Archive for June 2012

Celebrating Prince

June 28, 2012

During the first week of June, I attempted a Prince celebration.

Yet, due to heavy rain and equipment breaking down, that almost failed.  Yet, managed to get photos.

Some folks dressed in purple.

A doll reminded me of Prince. So, I photographed it.

The Batman shirt references Prince’s soundtrack for the Batman movie starring Michael Keaton. Incidentally, I received two requests for “Batdance.”

The next night, I went to The Peacock Room on Prince’s actual birthday, June 7.  For the last hour of my gig, I played his music. Shelly Richards, the bartender dressed as him.

Defending DJ Paris Hilton

June 26, 2012

First, I find Paris Hilton annoying. For one thing, her and some goons harassed a popular DJ for not playing hip-hop. If the DJ prefers not to play what you want, leave them alone. (In this same blog, I’m going to contradict myself on this.)  Also, there’s the incident involving Paris saying niggers from Compton. Last but not least, as an Orlando nightclub used her namesake, she only showed up twice at the place. Or was it once?

Paris Hilton doing a mix.

No, I do not find Miss Hilton high on my list of people I actually care about. Yet, I’m somewhat annoyed about the recent stories of her bombing during her DJ debut. According to the “experts”, how bad was it? Her playlist contained cheesy commercial music. Not only that, she used unnecessary special effects. To make matters worse, she needed help operating her equipment.

Trust me, I understand the frustration of other DJs. As many DJs practiced the craft for over twenty years, here comes Paris Hilton attempting to be one of them. Paris Hilton, for god sakes. Not only that, because of her name, she gets to play in venues other DJs can only dream of. When I learned she was DJing in Brazil, envy grabbed me. For those who appreciate the big booty like I do, Brazil is Heaven.

As for the cheesy commercial music Paris played? Believe it or not, in the nightclubs, many people want to hear just that. Maybe, this explains the recent episodes of popular DJs being thrown off the decks. After all the talk of electronic dance music‘s popularity in the States, many people prefer hearing a mixture of music. Many, like me, prefer a mixture of hip-hop, rock and cheesy dance music. I’m out to have fun. If I wanted to be “underground”, I would have gone to an event promoting “underground”.

Compared to other DJs “performing” to recorded mixes, I give Paris credit for performing live. I own no desire paying twenty to seventy dollars just to see some clown dancing behind the decks to a recorded mix.

Paris Hilton’s main problem is what I mentioned in the beginning, she’s annoying. She created an image in which many people hope the worst for her.

Yet, whether Paris sucks at it or not, her DJing does not bother me one damned bit. More power to her. People need to quit acting like their “craft” is only for a chosen few. Get the fuck over yourselves. With enough patience and dedication, many people can learn your “craft”.

Also, as for you groupies out there? Just because you sucked some DJ’s dick and swallowed, does not make you an expert on the craft, either.

Who knows? If she takes DJing seriously, Paris may surprise you. At least, she won’t be a well known DJ being kicked off the decks.

The ‘I’m a twat’ list for DJs

June 23, 2012

Chris Redmon, an artist friend, alerted me to this hilarious list. On their Facebook fan page, the Freestylers posted it.


Every DJ must own this list!!!

A DJ Reality

June 22, 2012

As I write this, understand I’m not asking for sympathy.  I only write this to show the realities a DJ goes through.  One of the recent realities?  Things have sucked.

My friend, Jay Marley.

Sanford nights that once attracted a following have gone to shit. I don’t know what the fuck happened.  The only thing I can think of is people preferring a full liquor bar over a bar just serving beer and wine.  The beer and wine joint is where I DJ.

Also, I heard some people blamed me. In the beginning, I used to go online to YouTube and Grooveshark and play requests.  I no longer do that because my laptop kept freezing.  Plus after searching for many requests, very few people actually tipped.  Another thing, because I played every request, people picked songs that ruined an already happy mood.  Later on, going online came back to haunt me. Pissed about how I mentioned him in a blog, some dude called me just a jukebox with a face and a DJ in name only. After experiences like that, the really intelligent would understand why I stopped going online and stopped playing every request.

I refuse beleiving I am the problem. If that was the case, why am I still offered gigs at other spot?

An Orlando friend blamed the town itself.  Before the Trayvon Martin situation, many Central Floridians always saw Sanford as a redneck town.  After Sanford police didn’t arrest half-white, half-Hispanic, George Zimmerman for killing the unarmed, 17 year old, black male, it only reinforced stereotypes many locals already owned against Sanford.  Locals like my Orlando friend.

“Come on, man, it’s Sanford,” he would always say after I mention the ups and downs of my gigs.

Also, when I tell Orlando people I DJ in Sanford, I would sometimes receive funny looks.  One dude even asked me why.

If the slow nights aren’t bad enough, my laptop’s fucking up cost me to lose three gigs.  Right now, I’m using a laptop loaned to me.

Frustrating? Hell yes. But I ain’t giving up.

Oh yea, recently, the Sanford police chief got fired.  Hip-hop hooray!

Tip The Damned DJ!

June 20, 2012

Many times I mention tips in my blogs.  Recently, I learned the tipping culture mostly exists as an American thing.

No, this ain’t me. This is a guy I ran across at a Downtown Orlando pool party.

In this blog, I’ll discuss the DJ culture involving tips. Many times during gigs, I place a black, plastic, tip bucket next to my gear.  On it, in big letters, says the words “DJ Tips”.  Normally, I don’t ask patrons for tips.  If a patron buys me a drink, I’m usually cool with that.  Yet, when some people begin making request after request, I bring the subject up.  If you’re going to play someone like a jukebox, at least put some money in “the slot”.  Also, usually when I bring the subject up, the constant requesters look at me as if I’m speaking a foreign language.  I know damned well most of the fluent Ebonics I speak is not that hard to understand, even when I’m talking to someone white.

Speaking of race, of all the stereotypes about black people and tipping, would you believe black people have been some of the better tippers?  White people and Latinos tip well too.  So do Asians. Yet, some segments of the white population can’t comprehend tipping.  Usually, it’s the young ones who buy the cheapest drinks. Yet, they sure know how to ask the DJ to change the format and/or request music all damned night.

Some people believe a DJ shouldn’t receive tips.  Why the hell not? If the bartenders receive tips for watered-down, mixed drinks, why not the person providing music?

It appears as if the latest trend is dis the DJs, especially the ones who use a laptop. Yet, as people accuse DJs of not being real artists, “real artists” don’t receive tips either. Ask local bands how much tip money they receive during gigs. Some receive just as much as a DJ or even far less.  Also, some cheapskates even refuse paying the entrée fee to see “real artists”.

So, how much should a person tip a DJ? For each song, a dollar should do it.  Those who tip me a dollar and ask for song after song all night annoy me.  That ain’t showing real gratitude.  That’s being fuckin’ cheap.  Reminds me of the metal head, who after kept requesting music involving growling lead singers, he tipped me sixty cents.

Even if it’s just five people in the room (which happens with me a lot), the DJ has to make sure everyone is happy.  No matter how special you think you are, you are not the fuckin’ center of the universe.  So, when the DJ goes out of their way for you, a tip means you appreciate them doing that.

Dope OPeratic: An Exiciting Orlando Hip Hop Showcase

June 5, 2012

After a happy hour gig at Orlando’s Peacock Room, Dope OPeratic happened.  Going down once a month, the show increasingly gains a huge following.  I didn’t have my proper camera ready.  Yet, I took photos with my pocket camcorder.

I liked this guy. He played Lord Finesse.

A female Heineken rep showed.  This is her posing with my buddy Lex.

Mad Illz and Swamburger, two local hip-hop legends.

The next show happens June 21.  Of course, I’ll be there.